Success and hope make me smile

Seventy-five years ago this week, Americans were dancing in the street, horns were blowing and sirens sounding all over the nation. The Japanese had surrendered and World War II was over.

A dear friend of mine, Lori, was cleaning out her house, preparing to downsize. She sent a text that she had left some things in my mailbox.

I am generally not a picky eater. I’ll pretty much eat anything that doesn’t eat me first. But I am a biscuit snob. I admit it. I was raised on the best biscuits known to Man and can’t compromise when it comes to that Southern culinary delight.

Editor’s note: Columnist Joe Garrett is on sabbatical. This column was originally published March 22, 2015.

With the evening news so often filled with divisiveness, scandals, and tragedy, we can begin to feel like there’s no hope for our world. At the same time, although they don’t make the headlines, there are many people who remind me that our world isn’t as bad as it seems. Over the next few we…

I’ve told you here before how Lady Julia and I love old things and go in search of them every chance we get — at estate sales, yard sales, thrift stores, and antique malls. And, sometimes we receive “treasures” from friends who know of our hobby and passion.

When I was in high school, I used up all my electives on choir so I never took any Home Ec.

With only three months remaining until the Nov. 3 election, you can bet television is going to be clogged up until then with lots of dirty political ads. In fact, they’ve already started. They become so irritating that I think most voters simply ignore them. I like to watch them just to get …

Gravel roads, it would appear, are more beloved by people than one might think.

I enjoy making political mischief

I plunked my way through several years of piano lessons. My dear teacher, Elsie McDow, had to be the patron saint of piano students. She was patient and tolerant of my distracted childhood.

To say I was ready for baseball season to begin was an understatement.

“If you were lucky enough to be born different, then don’t try to be like everyone else” — Unknown Author

Summer is halfway over. The Sun shines down in full glory as his persistent sister Humidity kisses us all, leaving behind a sheen of perspiration. It’s the time of year that we begin to appreciate air-conditioning. But for some reason, a numbered few are compelled to go outside and plant a v…

Editor’s note: Columnist Joe Garrett is on sabbatical. This column was originally published on October 1, 2017

Note: This is an updated version of a column that was originally published in March 2019.